poetry2

DREAM TIME

The beds song singing in my head once more,
its lulling tune whispering me to rest my head.
My footsteps echo on the wooded floor
and from world I become dead, to my dream world fled.
The dreams come surging through the darkened night,
but suddenly alone I stand, alone in fear,
surrounded by a corona of light,
shadows flickering outside, this dreams end is near.

Startled I awake in the world of men,
the nightmare quickly falling away in my mind.
Slowly I calm myself to sleep again,
the dreams entrance I find, and from life become blind.
Each night a thousand times I become dead,
Yet I go back to revisit that place each night.
I’m slave to the beckon call of my bed,
But from the truthful world it’s my only respite.

(Poet's note: Here's a mad poem I wrote at the end of a mad day)

Goodness knows how we all live together
Communication is hard to maintain
Words can be misheard, misread
Attention can be alive or dead
We can tell the truth, or lie instead
Stories told for personal gain

Saying one thing - meaning another
Keeping quiet out of fear
Learning what you want to know
Saying that you told them so
Acting high but feeling low
Hearing what you want to hear

Finding ways to show your affection
Searching for the need to try
Happiness hard to visualise
Keeping hidden - in disguise
Unable to apologise
Acting low but feeling high

Hiding things you need to tell them
Saying things you didn't mean
Hearing things you cannot see
Wanting plain normality
Knowing how it ought to be
Thankful for the way it's been

CECIL'S WORLD

I see them every morning, together holding hands,
He smiles when he thinks of her, sitting on the can,
She smiles when she thinks, of his rewarding clasp,
But if you do it in my sight, I'll ram this up your arse.

I look into their eyes now, and I see she's naive,
I wish he wouldn't use his tongue to clean her teeth,
And if I see him doing it once more in my glance,
I'll kick his fat backside all the way to France.

DANDELIONS

The dandelions must arrange their own
They own their world, their time and choose theirs ways
No mystery not uncertain, no haze
Just happiness in solitude alone
Contented with knowing that all they knew
Was that they were only supposed to know
That nature has defined that they should grow
And in their happiness they simply grew

Lost in their own lives and simplicity
Just peacefulness and no evils to face
No pretensions, enough to be free
Such simple things would not be in a place
Where they feel unloved, unseen, unwanted
I wish I could feel so loved, so wanted

EYES CAN SEE

Eyes can see what's wrong in the world
Killing off a chance of joy
Disappointing, drowning, choking
Trying hard to self-destroy

Eyes can see what's bad in the world
Feeling lonely, insecure
Hopelessness and isolation
Lips stay closed - and eyes say more

Eyes can see what's right in the world
No more worries - keeping calm
All your fears far away
Still, contented, safe from harm

Eyes can see what's good in the world
Not to deceive, but to reassure
Joy is felt and spread to others
Lips can talk - but eyes say more

A WARMER PLACE

Take me back to the salty shores
Of wide blue rivers and crystal sea
The golden sand so soft and clean
The heat of the sun as it touches me

Drive me across the countryside
The wind on my face when the sun is high
The palm trees in the mid-day light
Where parakeets and eagles fly

Meet me in the City Square
We'll take a walk through the ancient town
And speed along the coastal road
And home again when the sun goes down

Give me a ride to the yellow house
We'll watch the stars of the southern night
I'll sit outside and hear your guitar
I'll see you again in the early light

Take me away to that warmer place
You made me feel like I belong
I wish that I could see your face
I wish that I could hear your song

LOVING LIFE

Life is so great,
So lovely and pure,
You have to grab it,
Hold on to it,
Or it is gone

Life feels so short,
But long, you see,
It was never designed
To be like this,
Do you see?

Life has one meaning,
One meaning, that's all,
And love, the Holy
Grail,
Underpins it all

Love has many faces,
Both beautiful,
And pure, yet
Punishing, and
Ugly

Love has but one meaning,
Do you see,
Love is harmless,
The thing we all
Want, the thing
We need -

Love is it all

HELLO, I'M A GOBLIN

Hello, I'm a Goblin
Really? You could tell?
I know I'm rather small of stature
And have a funny smell
My boots are rather dusty
The tips are iron ore
My battle-axe is rusty
And my scaly skin is sore

Within the Goblin culture
I am considered Elite
My hygiene although foul to you
In my world can't be beat
I live amongst some other Goblins
And a dwarf or two
I've never met a unicorn
But then again, have you?

Hello, I'm a goblin
I was just passing through
And thought I might pop in a mo
To say "Good Day" to you.